Greg leaned himself against Ray as he came off the initial rush. He was quick to stumble to his feet, though, at the ominous crack that came from the door under Ray. He was quick to lean against the nearby vanity and pull Ray with him, laughing as he saw the door and hinges were close to parting company.
"I think we owe them a door," He was trying to right his pants, all while brushing at the wet spot on his shirt. "And you owe me a shirt."